Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ibraheem Azam
Ibraheem Azam
Autoría
Ro Moore
Ro Moore
Autoría

Letra

I gotta slide
Don't wan be round like half of the time
Put my focus to making a rhyme
Stayin real like fake is a crime
I'm too numb I can't do any crying
Need to sit down and read the Quran
Tryna get right n move inna line
With my brothers like every time
Up in New York
And we mobbin
Move like a option
Don't even know what to call it
Feel like nobody do got me
Maybe she got me
Don't even know what to call her
All of the shit I can do
It's Minor resolving
Never solve all of my problems
Don't hurt me cuz ion wanna cross u
Really I'm honest
I gotta make you a promise
You know The Stars be aligning, yeah
Ion know if I should
Trust my gut
Or trust my heart
Or trust my soul
Trust my thoughts
Or trust my bros
Ion trust this girl
Cant trust these hoes
Trust my songs tryn do these shows
Trust these highs
And thug these lows
The summer so hot
But this world so froze
One thing bout 1
Better know he cold
Ima drop these diamond
Can't touch that gold
We came up together
That's why we mold
Run it up quick
Take shots I'm Bold
Gotta get right gotta tighten the code
I'm the one they used to Call lil Bro
I'm The one keepin the secret ain't told
I gotta clear up my head on the road
Had to get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
I Gotta get right
I Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
I Gotta get right
I Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Gotta get right I was trippin for real
Way that I'm moving a different feel
Had to sit back ain't literally chill
Always be working ain't sittin or still
I get to trippin I'm paranoid looking like everyone out here to get at me quick
I keep it quiet I'm humble I mumble
I know I'm legit I'm as real as it get
Seeing true color like really
I'm pissed
You wanna take yeen giving me shit
I don't wan keep playin games wit u
I don't like lying so imma be leavin the den
Cook in the lab havin evenings in
Cut off a snake you won't see me again
Shit hurt the heart but I need to pretend
Retail therapy see how I spend
Lately don't smoke but I'm gone with the wind
I just been high off the way that I live
Tryna get right gotta pray
Scaling it out I been making a weigh
I see not everyone built like a leader
They say don't put my trust up in these people
Feel like I'm close to be locking ha heart but I gotta be smart cuh I really can't read her, yeah
This shit just be hella fake
Take advantage then cap like you compensate
16 in the mirror a heavyweight
But I feel like I'm half it's a figure 8
I keep changing the green gotta acclimate
I been back in the woods tryna meditate
Yeah I was lifted at birth ion need no blunt
I been Rappin my pain this shit not for a stunt, One
Had to get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
I Gotta get right
I Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
Had to get right
I Gotta get right
I Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Gotta get right
Written by: Ibraheem Azam, Ro Moore
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